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Cut his fucking throat and I smile.

On the whole, I think of myself as one of those people who take a convenience-sake view of prevailing world conditions, events, existence in general. Not that I’m such a blasé, convenience-sake sort of a guy- although I do have tendencies in that direction- but because more often than not I’ve observed that convenient approximations bring you closet to comprehending the true nature of things. For instance, supposing that the planet earth were not a sphere but a gigantic coffee table, how much difference in everyday life would that make? Granted, this is a pretty far-fetched example; you can’t rearrange facts of life so freely. Still, picturing the planet earth, for convenience sake, as a gigantic coffee table does in fact help clear away the clutter- those practically pointless contingencies such as gravity and the international dateline and the equator, those nagging details that arise from the spherical view. I mean, for a guy leading a perfectly ordinary existence, how many times in the course of a lifetime would the equator be a significant factor?
— Haruki Murakami, “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World”
Nothing would disgust me more morally than winning an Oscar.

Luis Buñuel

Surrealist Writer | Director | Actor

(Source: reservoir-blogs, via depeche-mood)


Rita Hayworth on set of Gilda. Photographed by Bob Landry.
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